Back From the Edge – A Documentary on Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

“Back From the Edge” offers guidance on treating Borderline Personality Disorder. The video was created by the Borderline Personality Disorder Resource Center at New York-Presbyterian.

You can learn about treatment at the Hospital’s Borderline Personality Disorders Resource Center by visiting http://bpdresourcecenter.org/index2.html.

Also, learn about “Remnants of a Life on Paper,” a book that tells the story of a young woman suffering with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and watch a video featuring New York-Presbyterian psychiatrist, Frank E. Yeomans, M.D., by visiting http://remnantsofalife.com.

Lastly, you can watch this video with Spanish subtitles here: http://youtu.be/_34Yd6m50dk

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  1. Reblogged this on There She Goes and commented:
    So much of this video rings true in my life. People just don’t know.

    I was rifling through a drawer and I pulled out a little black book. It was a diary I kept at thirteen. I read it from cover to cover, surprised that I couldn’t remember most of it – there was even an initial that I couldn’t figure out whose name it represented though that it kept appearing, until over halfway through. This was a page I scribbled in.

    “I don’t understand why I’m like this to my Dad. He’s ever so nice to me. He’s never scolded me or canned me in my life. When I was little, he would always comfort me whenever Mum scolded me. But the problem is, whenever he speaks to me now, I just feel so irritated inside. I feel like I just wanna yell at someone. I feel like I just wanna smash all the glass in the house. I feel like I wanna tear all my hair out. I don’t know why I feel this way and it’s been like this for me for years. I’ve never expressed these feelings of mine to anybody.

    I don’t wanna be a rude daughter. I wanna be a nice, polite, loving girl who my Dad would like. He’s always felt that I don’t really love him that much and he thinks it’s due to his workload. But it’s not like he can go on leave or anything. He’s a taxi driver for Christ’s sake. I’m really very sad… no matter how many times I tell myself, I must be a good daughter, I can’t help feeling like a volcano’s gonna erupt when he talks to me. I hate myself for being like this.

    Whenever he goes to work, deep inside, he probably wonders why he works so hard for me when I don’t appreciate it. But I DO! I really do! But I just can’t help being like this. I don’t like myself either but I don’t understand what the fucking hell’s wrong with me! Each time I think about it I feel like breaking down. Especially when I remember what he predicted. I really hate myself!

    I’M REALLY MESSED UP INSIDE YOU KNOW?! CAN ANYONE JUST HELP ME?!!

    I really don’t want to be like this.
    I’m really very very sad…
    I feel like I don’t know me.
    Why can’t I control myself?
    I really feel like crying now. ”

    For a long time I felt like an outsider, a different human. At least now I’ve come to know it has a name.

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